Poems from Hancock.r
Long since past, it happened so.
I looked into that broken glass,
And looking back into my eye,
Was one who happened to be blind.
...
Life is a little thing,
That comes and goes on silver wings,
Life is fragile and dies with ease,
It sits upon golden trees,
And tries to...
I lay here in wait,
Is this to be my fate?
To lay here in wait,
And journey through the gate?
To follow those,
Whom long ago,
Time did...
To feel this feeling,
I fail to feel,
With pain and anger,
To company me still,
With happiness and joy,
Whom long ago did die.
The pain to...
To fight this fraudulence of mine,
This sin that man does own,
To use against another.
Such a powerful wepon as this,
That no man can...